Now, the one man who was left to be our escort to another place is a prisoner, too.

You know that, too.

And you ask me why I stay! Suppose you answer ?" Rosemary squeezed his hand again, this time less to restrain him than herself.

She was torn between an inclination to laugh at the daring or shiver at the indiscretion of taking to task a man whose one word could place them at the mercy of the priests of Siva, or the mob.

But Duncan McClean, a little bowed about the shoulders, peered through his spectacles and waited--quite unawed by all the splendor--for the Maharajah's answer.
"Of what man do you speak ?" asked Howrah, still undecided what to do with them, and anxious above all things to disguise his thoughts.